Moondrops

img_1866.jpgHues of pinks dusted the branches,

As the dusk melted into a moonless night,

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Tiny buds unfurled their blossoms,

As the soil shimmered under the starlight

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Moonshine sprinkled on the blooms,

As the enchantment weaved in flight.

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The earth spun on its edge in joy,

As the apple blossoms glowed bright.

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Like pearls, they blushed and twinkled,

As they demured under a touch so slight.

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The sun shined brighter by the day

As honeyed petals glided featherlight.

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Like moondrops on a carpet of green,

They never failed to arouse delight.


I lost track of the number of apple blossoms I saw during my Kashmir trip, each more enchanting than the next. An ode to the happiness!

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25 thoughts on “Moondrops

  1. Conjures up wonderful images, but I have to question “Moonshine sprinkled on the blooms,” where earlier “As the dusk melted into a moonless night,” Perhaps I just think too much? πŸ™‚

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    • My word! Can’t believe you picked that πŸ™‚ The background here is actually what triggered this poem. When I saw them, they literally had a glow – almost like they kept absorbing the moonshine during the night and radiated it during the day πŸ™‚ Thank you!

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  2. This is so beautiful πŸ™‚ Very vivid in description of the beauty of apples πŸ™‚ I have never seen an apple orchard but I can imagine from your poetry how it looks πŸ™‚

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